I Stay

I’ve read all the stories.
I always said if a guy ever hit me I’m out of there.
I wouldn’t be like those other girls.
You hit me once we’re done.
No ifs, ands, or buts. It’s over. I’m gone.
But
But I’m saying no and he’s pulling down my pants.
I’m saying I don’t want to and he’s putting it in
And I stay. I let him.
I let it happen again.
And again,
And again.
I write it off, make excuses
Think it won’t happen again
And then it does
And i stay
He’d never hit me
He may hold me down
But he’s never hit me
And so I stay
Wanting to go, questioning if I should go
But I don’t
I stay
And it continues